The Witch's Vampire (New Adult Paranormal Romance) (Mystery Springs Series) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Jami Brumfield
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“She’s otherwise occupied, my friend.” Another man Gio wasn’t familiar with pulled the brunette’s arm toward him. "I need you."
“Ouch! Excuse me?” She turned and glared at the man.
Gio didn’t recognize him, but his scent told him he was nephilim, which was odd since angel half-breeds weren’t local to Mystery Springs. He didn’t have time to think about how a nephilim in Mystery would shake things up because the cupid-looking man pulled the spunky brunette toward the exit of the club without another word. The way she was fighting against him made Gio believe he was taking her against her will – not in his club.
He followed the human angel out of the club despite the danger the nephilim posed to his life. Angels had a special firelight sword that killed most supernatural beings including vampires. They were one of the most effective killers of vampires which was why many nephilim were hunters. It was also why he waved the bouncers of the club off when they began to follow him. He wasn’t interested in risking the lives of his men over this endeavor. Besides, alone he could be stealthy. But as a group they would be far more obvious, especially to a hunter if that was what the angel-boy was.
When they were outside of the club in the alley the girl managed to yank her arm free. Good for her, Gio thought. He was thankful she wasn't weak in the face of danger.
"Don’t touch me!” She snapped.
“Look,” the angel-hybrid ran a hand through his blond waves, “I’m not trying to hurt you. I just want to talk to you.”
“You sure have a funny way of showing it! If you wanted to talk all you had to do was ask. Instead, you attempted to kidnap me from a crowded nightclub. Who does that?” She spun on her heel and started toward the parking lot shaking her head and mumbling in coherently. Gio focused his enhanced hearing toward the rant she was having under her breath and found himself fighting off the chuckle that was building in his chest from her random frustrated words. She was an interesting woman.
The blond boy followed her and Gio followed him. Something about this situation still didn’t sit right with him. No one spoke until she reached her car and put the key in the door. “You're Sophie Waters, daughter of Regina Clarke?” the girl froze and Gio held his breath, he finally had a name, maybe. The problem was she was a witch, a powerful witch. Witches were his least favorite supernatural species. They were always so moralistic and idealistic. They had an unrealistic view of the world, believing there is good to be found in all things, no matter how bad they were.
“Yes, how did you know?" When the blond didn't answer she continued, "Look, the wake will be next week.”
Now Gio understood the pain that rolled off her. Her mother was well-known and her death was very public in the supernatural circles. It was a compliment, a testament to how great a loss her life was. But that loss paled in comparison to what Sophie must be feeling. She lost her mother. Loss of a loved one is never easy no matter how long you live, but a daughter losing a mother is a tragedy. The overwhelming desire to wrap her in his arms and kiss away some of the pain returned and filled him with so much need he slipped out of the shadows and asked, “Excuse me, is this man bothering you?” He cursed inwardly. W hat the hell is wrong with me? He could’ve stayed hidden until she got in her car and left but no his body seemed to have a mind of its own, and it wanted to be close to her.
Sophie jumped back against her blue sedan which proved to him that he’d managed to stay hidden in the darkness well enough for her. The nephilim wasn’t as surprised which was easily explained, they were natural enemies.
“She doesn’t need your help, vamp. Walk away if you know what's good for you.” The angel boy narrowed his blue eyes as his body went ramrod stiff,
“She’s otherwise occupied, my friend.” Another man Gio wasn’t familiar with pulled the brunette’s arm toward him. "I need you."
“Ouch! Excuse me?” She turned and glared at the man.
Gio didn’t recognize him, but his scent told him he was nephilim, which was odd since angel half-breeds weren’t local to Mystery Springs. He didn’t have time to think about how a nephilim in Mystery would shake things up because the cupid-looking man pulled the spunky brunette toward the exit of the club without another word. The way she was fighting against him made Gio believe he was taking her against her will – not in his club.
He followed the human angel out of the club despite the danger the nephilim posed to his life. Angels had a special firelight sword that killed most supernatural beings including vampires. They were one of the most effective killers of vampires which was why many nephilim were hunters. It was also why he waved the bouncers of the club off when they began to follow him. He wasn’t interested in risking the lives of his men over this endeavor. Besides, alone he could be stealthy. But as a group they would be far more obvious, especially to a hunter if that was what the angel-boy was.
When they were outside of the club in the alley the girl managed to yank her arm free. Good for her, Gio thought. He was thankful she wasn't weak in the face of danger.
"Don’t touch me!” She snapped.
“Look,” the angel-hybrid ran a hand through his blond waves, “I’m not trying to hurt you. I just want to talk to you.”
“You sure have a funny way of showing it! If you wanted to talk all you had to do was ask. Instead, you attempted to kidnap me from a crowded nightclub. Who does that?” She spun on her heel and started toward the parking lot shaking her head and mumbling in coherently. Gio focused his enhanced hearing toward the rant she was having under her breath and found himself fighting off the chuckle that was building in his chest from her random frustrated words. She was an interesting woman.
The blond boy followed her and Gio followed him. Something about this situation still didn’t sit right with him. No one spoke until she reached her car and put the key in the door. “You're Sophie Waters, daughter of Regina Clarke?” the girl froze and Gio held his breath, he finally had a name, maybe. The problem was she was a witch, a powerful witch. Witches were his least favorite supernatural species. They were always so moralistic and idealistic. They had an unrealistic view of the world, believing there is good to be found in all things, no matter how bad they were.
“Yes, how did you know?" When the blond didn't answer she continued, "Look, the wake will be next week.”
Now Gio understood the pain that rolled off her. Her mother was well-known and her death was very public in the supernatural circles. It was a compliment, a testament to how great a loss her life was. But that loss paled in comparison to what Sophie must be feeling. She lost her mother. Loss of a loved one is never easy no matter how long you live, but a daughter losing a mother is a tragedy. The overwhelming desire to wrap her in his arms and kiss away some of the pain returned and filled him with so much need he slipped out of the shadows and asked, “Excuse me, is this man bothering you?” He cursed inwardly. W hat the hell is wrong with me? He could’ve stayed hidden until she got in her car and left but no his body seemed to have a mind of its own, and it wanted to be close to her.
Sophie jumped back against her blue sedan which proved to him that he’d managed to stay hidden in the darkness well enough for her. The nephilim wasn’t as surprised which was easily explained, they were natural enemies.
“She doesn’t need your help, vamp. Walk away if you know what's good for you.” The angel boy narrowed his blue eyes as his body went ramrod stiff,
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